11.40am Booth here. Have had a shocker. Little prospect of play. Off home.

No immediate prospect of play And no sign of Booth. I'm off to do, erm, something else, but keep refreshing in case there's any news on the rain, or just to massage the GU traffic figures.

It's still raining But, as I type, Booth is swaying somewhere on the London underground. I really, sincerely hope he's in pain. Just say no, kids.

An email "As long as Booth wasn't singing at the Railway Tavern," says James Huxtable. Nonono: that's tonight.

Team news Nothing official yet, but it looks like England will replace James Anderson with Simon Jones - next stop, rocket scienece - while South Africa are set to bring in the feisty, in-your-face duo of Andrew Hall and Andre Nel for the feisty, in-your-face Dale Steyn and the insipid Boeta Dippenaar.

Rain has delayed the start And a rogue ginger ale has delayed Lawrence Booth, which means - on my friggin' day off - I'm keeping the seat warm. No immediate prospect of play. Awp, as an actress said to a bishop, etc .